"Lie down and cover your
head if the lightning disturbs you. Are the other girls asleep?"
A flash answered the question for her. Patricia and Cora were sitting up
in their beds, with blankets wrapped about them. Their faces were pale
with fright.
"Don't be frightened, girls," Harriet called soothingly. "You can tell by
listening that the worst of the storm has passed. It has gone to the north
of us. The wind is blowing strongly from the south."
Cora gave her an appealing look that made Harriet feel sorry for the girl.
Patricia never looked at her at all.
"It may rain all the rest of the night, but the dangerous part of the
storm has passed," continued Harriet. "I'm glad of it myself. One doesn't
feel any too secure in these flimsy tents in a heavy gale. But don't
worry."
"Oh, thave me!" wailed Tommy, quickly pulling the blankets over her head
as the tent was illuminated by a particularly brilliant flash of
lightning.
The downpour became heavier. Next the tent began to leak. Harriet felt
several large drops of rain strike in her face.
"I think I had better move," she said laughingly. "How is it with you,
girls?"
"I'm soaked," answered Cora.
"Drag your cots into the middle of the tent. I think we shall find it
drier there."
This suited Grace.
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